Lahat ng Kabanata ng She's Viktor Romanov’s: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 97

Viktor pov.The safehouse buzzed with quiet tension, a mix of focus and anticipation hanging thick in the air. Everyone had their tasks, but the weight of tomorrow’s heist lingered in every glance and movement.There was no room for mistakes.Yuvi sat hunched over his workstation, his face bathed in the glow of multiple screens. The quiet hum of machinery filled the room as he ran diagnostics on our surveillance tech.“Comms are stable,” he muttered, not looking up. “No interference. Backup feed is online.”I stood behind him, arms crossed. “And redundancy checks?”Yuvi turned, his face tight with concentration. “Triple-checked. If this fails, it’s because Moscow decided to invent a new frequency overnight.”“Good. I’m not interested in excuses tomorrow, Yuvi. Only results.”He nodded, turning back to the screens.Across the room, Nikolai was fumbling with a small transmitter, his brow furrowed in conce

Anya pov.I hesitated, staring at my phone like it might bite me. Calling Mama wasn’t something I did often—it always exchanging emails.Still, after what I’d just seen in Irina’s quarters, I couldn’t shake the need to hear her voice. Maybe, just maybe, she’d give me some answers.Taking a deep breath, I pressed the call button. It rang twice before her voice came through, bright and warm.“Anya! Zolotse (my golden one)! Look who finally remembers she has a mother!”I couldn’t help but smile. “Hi, Mama. I’ve been busy.”“Busy? That’s your excuse every time! You don’t even call to check if I’m alive.”I sighed, a mix of guilt and exasperation bubbling up. “Mama, you’re not that old. You’re fine.”“I could’ve been lying in a ditch somewhere, and you’d never know!”“You’re too stubborn to end up in a ditch,” I teased, trying to lighten the mood.She let out a dramatic huff. “Stubborn? That’s rich

Viktor povBoris stepped closer into the light, his face coming into view. Scars criss crossed his skin, deep and jagged, souvenirs of battles long gone.His right cheek was the worst, the flesh gnarled as if melted. Combined with his cold, calculating eyes, he looked like a man who had crawled out of hell and decided to stay for the view.Boris’s men seemed to materialize out of nowhere, blocking every exit, their weapons drawn and ready.They outnumbered us—easily twice our size. The air felt like it had been sucked out of the alley, replaced with a suffocating sense of dread.“Well done, Viktor,” Boris said, his voice gravelly, almost amused. “A clean heist. I have to give you credit—you’re not half bad at this. But you’ve made one mistake.”I clenched my fists, scanning the area for any weaknesses in their formation, any chance to turn this around. “Boris,” I said, keeping my tone even. “Didn’t think you’d show up in person.

Viktor pov.I couldn't breathe.I just... couldn't.The smoke from the explosion still clung to my lungs, the acrid scent of burning flesh and the metallic tang of blood made my stomach twist.I couldn't even think straight. I couldn't feel my hands, but I knew they’re covered in blood. His blood.My feet moved on their own, carrying me forward through the chaos, the destruction. There was nothing left of the place but rubble, shattered glass, and bodies strewn like discarded toys.I couldn't even make sense of what I was seeing. The warehouse was a mangled mess of twisted metal and debris. And somewhere in that wreckage was my nephew. My Kolya.I forced myself to move through the debris, my legs shaky beneath me, my heart pounding.The pain in my chest was unbearable. It felt like someone was tearing me open from the inside, slowly, piece by piece. I couldn't stop shaking. I couldn't stop the tears that blurred